A Woman Going BlindShe sat like the others, holding her tea.
It seemed to me that her fingers pressed 111 more words
Saturday. 1:20 p.m. I’m watching a documentary about Bob Dylan. On the screen, Dylan is taking the stage at the Newport Folk Festival. It’s 1965, and he’s carrying an electric guitar. 560 more words
Mid-term break tends to arrive during the most golden week of October.
Each year, I am a little bit reluctant to leave campus.
And each year, I remember again the loveliness of returning home in the autumn: the way the kitchen smells in the morning (like hazelnut coffee), the sight of wispy, half-barren trees lining my favorite running trail, even the lonely look of our screen porch — its wicker furniture covered neatly until spring. 137 more words